Izzat You Under that Rug, Dick?
Sure looks like Box Boy covering up the truth, taken from this page at AE 9-11 Troof.
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posted by Pat @ 10:42 AM
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Sure looks like Box Boy covering up the truth, taken from this page at AE 9-11 Troof.
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Good work Pat! Totally devastating to box-boy's credibility--he even puts on a phony kiwi accent! Keep up the good work! For quality of scholarship, you're really giving Dr. Kevin Barrett a run for his money, and that's saying something.
Look who's talking about "scholarship". The junior college dropout for 9/11 troof.
LOL!
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Brian: You're arrogant, dishonest and conceited.
And you're delusional, Billy Boy, and an apologist for government involvement in mass murder, including the negligent mass homicide of first responders.
But hey, let's all talk about Dylan Avery's hair, Jason Bermas' teeth, Jon Gold's weight, Jeremy Rothe-Kushel's beard.
Yes. I know why. Because you're insecure about your own hideously trollish (and bald) appearance, righty right, Pat? Maybe they can do without CGI in Lord Of The Rings IV if they'd just consider your hidden acting talents. You play the part of Gollum, reanimated from death with third degree burns from Mount Doom.
By the way, Bill, has anybody ever told you you look like a fucking pig? I'm sure they did. Your wife must be myopic. Try American Idol, a miracle might happen. After all, I'm just offering suggestions.
"...By the way, Bill, has anybody ever told you you look like a fucking pig? I'm sure they did. Your wife must be myopic."
Don't creep me out, aunt fancy.
That's all I need is some deranged homo giving me the eye. Yuck.
What's that on Box Boy's noggin?
A freshly washed cat, or a merkin?
"Don't creep me out, aunt fancy."
Don't blame the victim, miss Piggy.
Aunt fancy, your Freudian slip is showing.
Did Pat Curley just mistake a New Zealand TV presenter for Richard Gage, and then make a blog post about it?
Now THAT's the level of research that SLC has become famous for. And look: CatarrhBile hasn't even noticed Curley's stupid mistake yet. "Researchers" of a feather, I suppose.
I know it's not Box Boy--you idiot.
Who cares?
And remember, Brian, a sense of humor is a sign of intelligence. Thus, it's clear why you have no sense of humor.
And it's also clear why you have no sense of intelligence, miss Piggy.
And remember, I'm just offering suggestions.
I wonder if his rug has iron spheres in it.
"...And it's also clear why you have no sense of intelligence, miss Piggy."
Tell me about, Mr. Junior College dropout.
Marc wrote, "...I wonder if his rug has iron spheres in it."
I don't know, Marc. However, I'm certain that Brian Good's head is filled with iron-rich spheres.
"Tell me about"?
I'll "tell you about", you linguistically challenged piss ant.
You're a parvenu, a dickweed and a maladjusted, fundamentally, maliciously stupid clowntard. Moreover, you look like shit.
"I wonder if his rug has iron spheres in it."
I wonder if your brain has oxygen in it, gossipy gargoyle.
What's that on Box Boy's noggin?
A freshly washed cat, or a merkin?
-IdiotBill
I know it's not Box Boy--you idiot. -IdiotBill Again
Yeah, we believe you didn't fall for Curley's asinine mistake, fool. That's why you were playing right along until it was revealed to you. Truly PAThetic, as always.
Does it really matter, Arhoolie? These jerkoffs will gleefully promote any anti-American garbage rammed down their cheesed up cock receptacles.
Only pig snout could be so eager to swallow.
Don't listen to these clowns! They are imposterers! I am the real Anonymous! The one and only!
" Anonymous said...
And you're delusional, Billy Boy, and an apologist for government involvement in mass murder, including the negligent mass homicide of first responders."
And that statement proves, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are totaly, completely insane.
"Anonymous said...
"Tell me about"?
I'll "tell you about", you linguistically challenged piss ant.
You're a parvenu, a dickweed and a maladjusted, fundamentally, maliciously stupid clowntard. Moreover, you look like shit."
And you're insane.
GB wins.
Ah, but insanity can be cured.
But you'll always be a linguistically challenged piss ant, a parvenu, a dickweed and a maladjusted, fundamentally, maliciously stupid clowntard. Moreover, you look like shit.
"...Yeah, we believe you didn't fall for Curley's asinine mistake, fool."
%^)
Here's a new word for you, Brian: Satire.
And "piss ant" is spelled pissant.
So, what were you saying about "linguistically challenged"--you pencil-penis pissant?
Wow. You sure told us, you slack-jawed yokel. Color me impressed. Another intellectual gem from the extreme wrong.
"...Only pig snout could be so eager to swallow."
Now now, Brian, it's not nice to refer to the adolescent boys you deepthroat as "pig snout".
Where are your manners, aunt fancy?
"...slack-jawed"?
Is that how you lure the adolescent boys into your mom's basement?
"...Ah, but insanity can be cured."
Wrong again, psychopath. After all, psychopathy is incurable.
"...cheesed up cock receptacles"?
Another Freudian slip.
Brian's complaining because his mom never bothered to have him circumcised?
I'm having a deja vu, alternative spelling déjà vu, alternative spelling déjà-vu.
"A pissant, also seen as piss-ant and piss ant, is one or the other of two specific types of ant. Its origin is with pismire, a 14th-century word for ant.[1][2] The term is also used as an insulting noun, and a pejorative adjective."
Source: Wikipedia.
See also: Wiktionary.
Born to lose, aren't we pissant/piss-ant/piss ant.
I prefer "pig snout" though.
You can't win, Billy Boy. You never have, you never will. Slap that high five (alternative spelling high-five) with the rest of the incest brigade. Kiss kiss.
(This is how many times you've been humiliated now Bill? Truly, I've lost count. Go do something on an your intellectual level within your reach, such as picking your nose.)
And remember, I'm just offering suggestions.
"...You're a parvenu, a dickweed and a maladjusted, fundamentally, maliciously stupid clowntard."
Projection, thy name is troofer.
"...Source: Wikipedia."
Wikipedia is not a dictionary--you 'tard.
Tell us more about the "linguistically challenged", Mr. Junior College dropout.
"...Born to lose."
Yes, you were "[b]orn to lose", Brian.
That's why you're an unemployed janitor and Junior College dropout.
Yes yes, another retort on the level of a retard. "You're projecting!! You're a parvenu yourself!!!!"
Color me impressed. Do you all have a special handshake or a membership card to prove you're with the legendary club of intellectually inept, morally deprived, walking piles of horse manure? Group hug!
Look! Brian's in sock puppet mode.
What next? Multiple personalities?
I wouldn't want to intrude on your domain. Your head is too much of cacophony as it is. Anyways, you bore me Billy Boy. You're noticeably out of form. Given that you suck like an overpowered vacuum cleaner in your "normal" state, this is pretty disturbing. I'm embarrassed to waste even five minutes of my precious time on your sorry, confused, mass murder apologist ass. Tah-taa!
Translation: You kicked my ass again, so I'm out of here.
"...Tah-taa!
Careful Brian, or you'll break your limp wrist.
Anonymous said...
But hey, let's all talk about Dylan Avery's hair, Jason Bermas' teeth, Jon Gold's weight, Jeremy Rothe-Kushel's beard.
Yeah, let's do that. Avery's hair -fucking unbelievable. What is that little turd thinking?
Bermas's teeth - Fixed. No doubt funded by the morons who subscribe to fat Alex's bullshit.
Jon Gold's weight - Jon ain't fat,he's just got a sturdy build. It's merely coincidental that he weighs half a ton.
Jeremy Rothe-Kushel's beard - Jeremy used to have a ferocious beard, but he's trimmed it right back and it's now a pale shadow of its former self. However, Jeremy remains a moron.
How's that for scholarship?
Brian, I go away for a few weeks and come back to find that you've turned gay. I think Troy may have the phone number of a gay twoofer called Carlos if you're interested.
Carlos sounds like a nice boy - you'd like him .It's time to stop the obsessing about Steven Jones' tiny iron balls.
Oh, now Gordo's sunk to fantasizing about Brian Good's package. And this makes Brian gay?
A)For the record,this is my first comment on this thread,B)when you blow up the Yuppie Plonker's picture (you know,the one where his legs are crossed like some grandmother) he REALLY looks like Porky Pig,don't he?!
I can see why he stays locked up indoors. Pudgy little fuck.
Th-Th-Th-Th-... That's all, folks!!!
Brain, your prevarication in the third person routine is not particularly convincing. In fact, nothing you write is particularly convincing--but that goes without saying.
Do you honestly believe that we're as gullible as your goofy friends who frequent 911flogger?
GutterBall, in my experience in online debates I've noticed that the people who think everyone is a fingerpuppet are usually the slow learners of the group.
Brian, if nothing else, you're persistent--persistently annoying, that is.
Don't be annoyed by me, Gordo, be humiliated bu yourself.
"Anonymous said...
Ah, but insanity can be cured."
Not in your case.
Pitiful, really, a life spent standing on street corners, yelling at passers-by.
"...Don't be annoyed by me, Gordo, be humiliated bu [SIC] yourself."
I'm not "annoyed" by you, Brian.
On the contrary, I pity you, because you're insane.
And if anyone should be humiliated, it should be you, because you've repeatedly lost every "debate."
But that should surprise no one, because you're an incompetent, lying, disinformation spewing shill and a failure on all levels: Education, interpersonal relationships and career.
It's too bad you turn a blind eye to your myriad shortcomings and instead project your failures on those individuals who you perceive as your "enemy". Thus, you're paranoid, as well.
Seek psychiatric intervention; or better yet, pick up your revolver, load it, place it in your mouth and squeeze the trigger. After all, that's the only way you'll ever find peace--a refuge from life-long failure and persistent insanity.
But you're a coward, aren't you, Brian--a frightened little boy in a mans body?
Yes, I pity you, because you're truly wretched and pitiful--a loser.
Ah look at GlitterBall, aging Disco Queen, up before dawn to write essays offering psychiatric advice to the object of his obsessive affections.
I struck a nerve, eh nutbag?
Cry me a river, freak.
Struck a nerve? How could you do that when you think I'm some pervert in California?
You have no idea how silly you are.
Tell us about "silly"--you quote mining sack-of-shit.
There are no dashes between "sack", "of" and "shit", Bill. Now, head on back to the toilet you little toe tapper.
And remember, I'm just offering suggestions.
The bilge spewing butt pirate belches, "...There are no dashes between 'sack', 'of' and 'shit', Bill."
Says whom?
A moron who believes 1536 degrees C is necessary to produce iron-rich spheres, when iron-rich spheres are produced every day by incinerators at 600 - 1000 degrees C?
Says whom?
A retard who believes that EDX/SEM can accurately measure light elements like oxygen, nitrogen and carbon, when the manufacturers of EDX/SEM machines make it clear the EDX/SEM cannot accurately measure oxygen, nitrogen and carbon?
And you're wrong--you defective lymph node. It's perfectly acceptable to hyphenate shit-for-brains, shit-for-brains.
GarterBoy is clearly very impressed with himself. Or really really trying.
Go for it--you deluded puke.
Pat yourself on the back while you lose "debate" after "debate". But be careful because you might break your limp wrist--you prattling percy-pants pixie.
You should get together with the Arseholligan and combine your alleged "intelligence" and form a half-wit.
Do you shit where you eat, too?
Although you are admittedly an utter clown and a comedian by appearance, you should remember that we, the audience, get bored if you keep repeating the same Googled jokes over and over, Bill.
I mean, where did you get your talent for originality? Inspecting milk bottles at the assembly line?
That's the best you can do, gay boi?
Pathetic.
If it makes you feel better, ponce, just continue to pretend you're not a pariah--not to mention a loser.
Ha ha ha, yes, and it seems to be working. Being called a pariah by you, Bill, is like being served a banquet at my coronation ceremony. You're not fit to polish my shoes.
I don't shit where I eat. I shit where YOU eat, Bill.
"...You're not fit to polish my shoes."
Ouch!
That hurts--and especially so when written by a quote miner, compulsive liar, stalker, pervert, bisexual pederast and World champion "debate" loser who lives with his mother.
"...I shit where YOU eat, Bill."
Don't confuse where I eat with the plate of crow I serve to you on a daily basis, Brian.
Tell us more about EDX/SEM, quote miner.
"...Being called a pariah by you, Bill, is like being served a banquet at my coronation ceremony."
%^)
"...coronation ceremony"?!?!?!?!?
Oh, that's right, you're a faggot.
God save the queen!
%^)
It's quite clear what you are, but what am I?
The short answer: You're a degenerate, Brian.
And you're stupid because you set yourself up for that one, dingus. Hook, line and sinker.
God save the queen!
%^)
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